San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-01-20

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you must remember one thing,
Louise" said his lordship. THAT you
will meet with many cases quite as pitt
full as this, and that it viii not do to
give all to One." .
The next time he met me he took my
hand and held it for q moment in his.
He looked at my black dress.
From your own SORROWS" he said,
'you have learned to feel for others.
Heaven bless yOu!"
Then i knew that he was well pleased
that had tried to draw his beautiful
young wife from her self-worship and
interest her in others. :
The next evening, at dessert, she
looked critically at some fine grapes
that were on her plate. Two days ear
lier she would have sent them away;
now her eyes sought mine, and knew
she was thinking, "What would little
sick Annie give for them?n
1t was small beginning, but it
would lead to greater things. Gradu-
ally Lady YOrke woke from her long.
lethargy. She began to interest herself
III her own servants, to understand that
they had pleasures and sorrows. She
lost much of her Incidence. She was
no longer content to spend the greater
part of the day on couch. She thought
more of the widow and orphan in their
desolation, of the sick and ailing who
wanted help, of the hungry who wanted
food.
So life passed on at Westwood, and
no great change came until the spring.
To me every birthday, every Christmas
day, were as milestOneS on the way to
Heaven. AS passed each, | was near
er to Mark.
Again the lilacs were in bloom. They
were not so plentiful or so beautiful at
WestwOod as at Gracedieu, but the
sight and the fragrance of them brought
back fOrcibly the remembrance of my
lover to me. No words can tell the
sharp pain that pierced my heart when
saw the nodding plumes. Lady Yorke
was fond of lilacs. While they lasted
she would have them in the rooms. l
never told her what the sight of them
cost me.
The keeper OF, the west lodge having
found a better situation, Mrs. Clinton,
with her little daughter, through Lord
YOrke's kindness, went to live there.
BY Lady Yorkes wish I went to visit
them almost every day. The lilacs
grew all round the west lOdge-tall, fine
trees, with wealth of fragrant BIOS
SONS. Mrs. Clinton, who could never
do enough for me, had gathered some of
the finest sprays; and one morning,
when | went to see her, she held the
branches of lilac bloom close to my
face.
"See, MISS" she said, show fresh they
are!"
If / had seen some one risen from the
dead, / could not have grown more sick
at heart. went home sad and weary.
Here was the world waking up again
to the beauty and glory of spring, and
my heart was sinking, my hope was
death. My lover, to whom my love,
my trOth, my faith was plighted, was
dead. What could spring, sunshine, or
bloom of flowers say to me? AS walk
ed home and saw the yellow primrOses
shining like stars in the grass, and the
buds bursting into leaf, sobbed aloud.
felt so tired of waiting. If some an
gel hand would but draw me up to
Heaven and place me by Marks side.
Oh, my love, how | loved you'll All the
beauty of earth, the fairness of spring,
the brightness of life, were as naught
to me, because you were no longer with
me!
There were times like these when my
courage failed me, when my heart
ached, and l could only weep and call
on one who would hear me never more.
1t was the sweet OdOr of the fresh lilacs
that had brought Mark so wildly back
to me. l could see his face, l could
hear his voice, his warm, strong hand
seemed to clasp mine-and he was deadl
AS | entered the house | met Lady
YOrke in the hall.
"Will you come to the library, Miss
Chester?" she said. II have some let
tiers must answer, and some for you
to write"
When we were seated there, and she
had made those inquiries about the sick
child which she never omitted, she
showed me bundle of letters.
ave shall have large party here
soon," she said. This morning had
letter from Lord Severne. We met
him and his wife last year in Italy, and
made him promise that ours should
would visit. Lord Severne is a great
favorite of mine. You have heard of
the Severnes of Mount Severne?"
No" l replied. The name was quite
strange to me.
1t was a very old title, Lady Yorke
told me, but the present possessor had
come quite UNEXPECTEDLY into it.
II must say" continued her ladyship,
shat have been a most Indifferent
member of society. No one has ever
seemed to interest me; but | certainly
did like Lord Severne. He is very
handsome, but terribly melancholy
He never smiles like any one else."
Finding that it pleased Lady Yorke
to speak of her friends, listened with
interest. l baniShed the lilacs and
Mark from my mind; they were of time
past.
I'VE met the Severnes in Florence"
Lady Yorke went on, land both my
husband and myself liked Lord Severne
very much; but we were not so agreea-
bly, impressed with his wife. We were
very intimate with them, and went out
with them almost every day. Lady
Severne is quite unlike her husband.
He is earnest, grave, with strange veil
of melancholy always over him; she is
the most animated, the gayest and most
brilliant woman / have ever met. She
tired me in an hour, and | am sure she
tired her husband too. He liked to talk
quietly with me. He is the only man."
she continued, who has ever really
reused my curiosity"
"Whypn | asked.
because he appears too good man
to have done any great wrong, and yet
he looks like man with some heavy
burden on his mind. | am sure you
will like him, Miss Chester. but l am
not sure whether you will like his wife.
She has such strange name too"
"What is it?' | asked. / had never
heard Lady YOrke say so much about
any living creature.
"Lurline," she replied. Now can